Pain…

It’s there… like a black hole… and like a black hole, you cannot see what’s in it or what’s beyond it… nothing but darkness that you cannot venture from the outside, yet seeing how it sucks everything into it, you’re too scared to get sucked in yourself…

You would gladly ignore it and pretend it didn’t exist, but it wouldn’t ignore you all the same; instead, the more it sucks from around you, the bigger it gets and you can feel it sucking your denial and even your hope as if they were just a thin layer of dead skin that was ready to go off!

It gets bigger and bigger, you can feel it right beneath your lungs making breathing tricky… it gets bigger that your heart is too afraid to beat, lest the beats move it closer to the hole, and perhaps its doom…

You fight the power that tries to overtake you by taking long deep breaths considerably apart from each other so as to move your lungs and your heart outwards, further away from that black hole…

She said there is that existential pain that we cannot separate from our own existence… we can’t deny it, we can’t neutralize it, we can’t explain it, we can’t deal with it, and we can’t make it go away… we can only bear it, submit to it, and accept it, willingly, and in a sense, joyfully!

But, how can you tell if that black hole is your own existential pain? How do you know it is safe to just take it all in and survive its overtaking power? How do you know it won’t shatter you to pieces that you can never gather?

“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.”

…

“Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity: For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen, And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.”

– Khalil Gibran, The Prophet – Excerpts from “On Pain”

I finally realized it just now… you move closer, cautiously… you rely on those you love to help you… they approach it with you so that you finally have what it takes to go into that hole, willingly… they cannot go in with you, because it is your pain, and only you can feel it… but they hold your hand, or tie a rope around your waist as you throw yourself in there, or call your name to break the spell that hole might cast on your soul…

I think I just found a diamond!

Pain…

It’s there… like a black hole… and like a black hole, you cannot see what’s in it or what’s beyond it… nothing but darkness that you cannot venture from the outside, yet seeing how it sucks everything into it, you’re too scared to get sucked in yourself…

You would gladly ignore it and pretend it didn’t exist, but it wouldn’t ignore you all the same; instead, the more it sucks from around you, the bigger it gets and you can feel it sucking your denial and even your hope as if it were just a thin layer of dead skin that was ready to go!

It gets bigger and bigger, you can feel it right beneath your lungs making breathing tricky… it gets bigger that your heart is too afraid to beat, lest the beats move it closer to the hole, and perhaps its doom…

You fight the power that tries to overtake you by taking long deep breaths considerably apart from each other so as to move your lungs and your heart outwards, further away from that black hole…

She said there is that existential pain that we cannot separate from our own existence… we can’t deny it, we can’t neutralize it, we can’t explain it, we can’t deal with it, and we can’t make it go away… we can only bear it, submit to it, and accept it, willingly and in a sense joyfully!

But, how can you tell if that black hole is your own existential pain? How do you know it is safe to just take it all in and survive its overtaking power? How do you know it won’t shatter you to pieces that you can never gather?

“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.”

…

“Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity: For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen, And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.”

– Khalil Gibran – The Prophet – Excerpts from “On Pain”

I finally realized it just now… you move closer, cautiously… you rely on those you love to help you… they approach it with you so that you finally have what it takes to go into that hole, willingly… they cannot go in with you, because it is your pain, and only you can feel it… but they hold your hand, or tie a rope around your waist as you throw yourself in there, or call your name to break the spell that hole might cast on your soul…

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“But, how can you tell if that black hole is your own existential pain? How do you know it is safe to just take it all in and survive its overtaking power? How do you know it won’t shatter you to pieces that you can never gather?”

well said,but what about those times when your pain won’t let you allow them to hold your hand or call your name.
when the hole calls you and what to through your self in it after cutting all the ropes.
can anyone come back from such hole?

Pain might be in some cases a state of mind rather than a fact, the trick with turning it to fact is that u use ur resources to deal with the symptoms instead of dealing with the reason behind them… believing in the existence of the black hole is the way to feed it make it wider

you said it could be rather a state of mind rather than a fact… perhaps… but then you said it would be dealing with symptoms rather than the reason behind them… that’s exactly it, the “reason” is that existential pain i mentioned, it is not a symptom, a “symptom” is rather how you instantly react towards the pain, be it you get depressed, angry, you cry, you do foolish things….

as for the black hole thing, well it’s your opinion to which your entitled :)